The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

Dressed, the candles were blown out, and the two lay down again.

In the darkness, Lin Zhibai lay upright, a little stiff, with his hands clutching the corners of his clothes, his eyes lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the person next to him grabbed him with a long arm and pulled him over effortlessly. In the next second, he bumped into a fiery chest.The man's temperature, the familiar breath, all traces haunted him.

"My body is relatively hot, relying on me will not be cold." A man's low and gentle voice came from above his head.

That's right, what Lin Zhibai desires most is the warmth of Meng Xiangbei's embrace in winter.

Lin Zhibai is in poor health and is afraid of the cold. Especially in winter, his whole body is covered with ice. Many times he cannot sleep well all night because of his cold hands and feet.

But Meng Xiangbei is different, in winter, he is like a stove, as long as he sleeps beside him, Lin Zhibai can always sleep well.

It's just that he hasn't felt it for a long time. At night, he always comes to the small room in a hurry, and then returns to his room in a hurry after finishing.

The man's steady and powerful heartbeat brought Lin Zhibai back to his senses, and there was a movement in his calf.

The man beside him was putting his hand on his calf, pressing it again and again.

"Is this strength acceptable?" Meng Xiangbei asked.

"Huh?" In the darkness, Lin Zhibai blinked his eyes, a little confused.

"Aren't your legs sore on rainy days? I'll massage them for you." Meng Xiangbei sighed slightly. What kind of evil did all this do? Old cold legs.

"No, no need, I'm not sore." Lin Zhibai was taken aback by Meng Xiangbei's sudden concern, he quickly reached out to push Meng Xiangbei's hand away, but the latter firmly held it down.

Lin Zhibai couldn't pull out his hand, so he could only whisper: "I'm really fine, let's go to bed quickly!" How could he, how could he let Brother Meng massage for him.

"Xiaobai." Meng Xiangbei's voice was still warm, but his tone was slightly heavier, "I don't like people lying to me. Answer me, is it sour or not?"

Lin Zhibai bit his lip, buried his head on Meng Xiangbei's chest, and seemed to have struggled before he managed to say, "Sour."

Sour, how could it not be sour.

Lin Zhibai also doesn't remember when the legs started to get bad. It was that winter when Brother Meng wanted to eat meat so he went down the river to catch fish, or that time when it rained and he was going to deliver an umbrella to Brother Meng. , an old problem left over from a fall, or...

Lin Zhibai didn't remember it, but he only knew that later on, whenever it rained, he started to feel sore, so he hated rainy days the most.

"Hold it for you, will it be better?" Meng Xiangbei asked.

"Yes." Lin Zhibai pulled back his thoughts and replied in a low voice.

"Then I'll press the meeting for you, and you go to bed first."

Lin Zhibai's lips moved, wanting to refuse, and knowing Meng Xiangbei's character, he changed the words, "It will be fine in a while, and you will sleep in a while."

"it is good."

Meng Xiangbei held the boy with one arm, and pressed his feet with the other.

Maybe it was because the strength was just right, or maybe it was because the embrace was too warm. After a while, the boy had already heard the sound of even breathing.

Meng Xiangbei pressed the button for a long time before stopping. Before going to sleep, he was thinking in a daze, Lin Zhibai's body is riddled with holes and needs to be healed sooner.

However, after sleeping in the middle of the night, Meng Xiangbei woke up, feeling as if he was holding a stove in his arms. Meng Xiangbei's heart skipped a beat, and he lit a candle to have a look.

Lin Zhibai was hot all over, his fair face flushed abnormally, and he couldn't wake up, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, his pale lips kept murmuring the words "Brother Meng".

Lin Zhibai had a fever again.

Meng Xiangbei was in a hurry. Fortunately, there were still some money-refunding pills left. Meng Xiangbei talked to his mouth, fed him with difficulty, fetched water, heated it to warm, and gave Lin Zhibai to wipe it again and again. Body.

When Lin Zhibai's fever finally receded slowly, half a night had passed, Meng Xiangbei poured water, feeling a little exhausted between his brows.

A few hours before dawn, Meng Xiangbei went to bed and hurried to catch up on sleep, but before closing his eyes, his thin lips pressed a kiss on Lin Zhibai's forehead, and said in a low voice, "You, torment me to death gone."

The next day, Lin Zhibai woke up, confused about the second fever last night, and wanted to ask Meng Xiangbei, but he didn't dare to ask.

He didn't ask, and Meng Xiangbei didn't say anything.

In the past few days, Meng Xiangbei forced him to rest at home instead of going to work.

Meng Xiangbei didn't go there himself. He went to the mountain in the morning, came back to eat at noon, and went to the mountain again, but every time he came back, he was rewarded.

Pheasant, rabbit, eggs, fish, etc. are available.

Lin Zhibai always knew that Meng Xiangbei did not go to work, but occasionally went to the mountains to look for prey, but he had never seen him bring anything back.

Lin Zhibai only thought that Meng Xiangbei's hunting skills were not good, so he didn't ask any more questions. He was afraid that Meng Xiangbei would be sad, so he could only work more and earn more work points in order to get more food.

In fact, Meng Xiangbei still has some skills, but the things he hits occasionally go into his own stomach, otherwise how could he raise himself tall and handsome, and his skin is also white, like a city dweller? of.

Meng Xiangbei killed the pheasant and asked Lin Zhibai to cook chicken soup.

Lin Zhibai held the chicken, wrinkled his delicate face, and hesitated, "Will you be caught if you do this?" He said timidly, his clear eyes were full of worry.

But Meng Xiangbei hadn't answered him yet, and Lin Zhibai muttered again, "If anyone finds out, say I caught it."

Meng Xiangbei let out a chuckle, stretched out his hand, and patted his head lightly, "Xiaobai, why do you just stay like this?"

Lin Zhibai blinked his eyes, still holding the cleaned chicken in his hand, a little dazed.

"Don't worry, I'm very careful every time I come back. No one will see it. Besides, even if someone does see it and someone comes to arrest me, I can let you take the blame? I'm your man, and I want to protect you. "

Lin Zhibai was stunned. If a robot crashed, it would be stuck in place immediately.

I am your man!

These words lingered in Lin Zhibai's ears over and over again.

It was as if honey had been poured into my heart, it was so sweet, it blended the bitterness all the time, and it was not so bitter anymore.

"Go quickly. What are you doing in a daze." Meng Xiangbei tapped the young man's forehead with his fingers.

"Oh, good." Lin Zhibai quickly entered the kitchen with the chicken.

In the kitchen, he put the chicken down, rubbed his ears with his hands, it was a little hot, his eyes were still a little blank, but a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Meng Xiangbei caught the pheasant and left it for Lin Zhibai to mend his body.

The rest of the prey, after leaving some, put them in the bamboo basket. After greeting Lin Zhibai, Meng Xiangbei went to the town with the bamboo basket on his back.

The food at home is almost bottomed out, Xiaobai's body needs to be supported, and his clothes are too thin. This time, I went to the town, sold the prey, and bought some necessities. By the way, there are also Xiaobai's books.

When Meng Xiangbei went to town, Lin Zhibai was cleaning the house, but Meng Xiangbei still didn't let him go to work.

While cleaning, there was a knock on the door.

Lin Zhibai put down the broom, opened the door, and saw the girl outside, his face turned pale.